Sinful Tails

Prologue (Updated)

   Alone, is all he felt. Alone is all he was, he couldn't remember what happened, Yama couldn't remember why it happened. It was a mistake. Something, something tricked them. Something caused this, it wasn't his fault. It couldn't be. Yet he felt like it was, there he sat, the last one alive.

   His sister is gone. His mother is ruined, his brother forgotten, his father..ya, his father, hehe, his father's head laid before him as he bled onto the ground, arrows buried into him, soon, soon he'd join them all, everyone he'd hurt. Everyone who was dead, he'd join, he'd return to them. Maybe then, maybe then peace would return.

   Yet he didn't die, he didn't move, tears flooded out of his eyes, why wasn't he dead. Why, why couldn't he join then, he felt nothing but the pain around him, the energy of such a mistake. Such such..there wasn't a word to describe what had happened, the misery that was caused, the pain that was brought.

   If only, if only.. if only they weren't so greedy and prideful, if only they never felt envy of lust. If only the king wasn't such a sloth. If only the people weren't such gluttons, these, these words that filled his head, only brought anger. Only brought wrath, whatever that was, but they didn't fade, those words, those damn 7 words replayed over and over.

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    They wouldn't leave him alone, it kept repeating, he was slowly losing himself, he didn't know how long he laid there, leaking blood, dying, to such, to such....to such sins and just like that, the words echoed, they merged into one..

    Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, SIN.

   It hurt, he screamed it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, the pain. He never felt it before, as the miasma slowly flowed into him, and like a shock wave it shot out, everything in existence, even life and death, felt it. Sin, the ‘punishment’ of creation, all of existence now has ,it, no longer to be pure, and it was his fault.

    He created such a word. Such a punishment. It was his fault, it is his fault, it is his fault, screams of agony, screams of a transformation. Yama grabbed at his chest, screaming and screaming wanting it all to end, slowly he pulled out a sword, his father’s. The one used to kill his mother, the one used to disgrace and slaughter his sister, the one that mutilated his brother, and raised it to himself.

   Then.... nothing, Yama jolted up from his sleep. A nightmare he told himself. A nightmare of the past, in the past, forever the past. Taking deep breaths to remind himself, he was in the present not the past, 1 in, 2 out, 1 in, 2 out, before laying down. 

  He returned to his place on the jail cell bed, taking breaths to calm himself as he heard noises, the sound of heels clicking, the sound of chains, and the laboring of a man's breath. When he gets vivid visions of a person, no, a kitsune, their past and suffering slides through his mind with the reverberation of the heels. Until he snaps out of it, when they speak.

Click Click Click..The sound of her heels as she walks through the cement hall, the only other sound is that of the chains on her wrists and the guard who was pulling her to the cell. Her eyes scan around as she begins to reflect and wonder how she could end up here, weak, and in chains again.

   Click Click Click.. A child crying was born as a wild storm was raging on, many animals were fleeing from their homes in fear of the rising anger. Lightning rained hell as much as the powerful being was in the most agonizing, unwanted, and vial pain she has ever experienced.

Click Click Click.. Exiled in a wasteland battlefield, pushed around by a bunch of men to clean their clothes and weapons. Practice day in and day out to be a punching bag, training it is, to get stronger is all, a child of war should be able to take a punch. A child of war should be thankful to be alive, you shouldn’t beg for scraps. A poor little fox grows anger and hatred, pushed out with only a shield onto the front lines.

Click Click.. Screaming, no just running, no time to look for help just protect yourself, watch for the spear, no the tails, no the swords, don’t focus on the blood and the cuts, just survive. Survive until you are the last one standing. Don’t feel bad or have mercy, where is their mercy for a child, stand, protect yourself. Just don’t rise on top, don’t be the victor, with talent you don’t understand, with emotions you can’t comprehend, with power you fail to unleash, then you end up in a cell.

Click Click.. Blood, nothing but blood for miles on miles of fallen soldiers of distant brothers and sisters. What had made it reach that point, to turn on our own and battle to the death. Relying on the unwanted, the undesired, and the mistakes to take the blunt of the torture. To have flesh ripped from the muscle and bone to heal and be ripped off again. To have tails chopped off, the pain of a thousand suns that makes wrath fill the soul and want to kill. The sin of continuing to live with no direction. A tool, a slave, a slut with multipurpose, there is no happy ending, or good luck, turn around for a being, a monster, a nothing.

Click, then a pause, “Say mister, mind taking the cuffs off their really itchy-” “Shut it slave, should’ve thought of it before you made a scene.” “Aw but it really wasn-,” “Keep moving whore!” With a shove into the direction of the back where little light was showing.